Hollstein: One Shot Prompts

Nothing to See Here

Laura is at baggage claim when she checks her bag and finds that not only did she not collect her luggage, but that the person the suitcase belongs to has some very interesting interests.

[A/N: The picture above is what Carmilla is wearing.]

Laura huffs and takes a quick glance at her watch as she waits for her luggage to make its way around the conveyer-belt. It was ridiculous really. She had already been waiting for 20 minutes before an airport official came up to the group and told them that their luggage had accidentally been put onto a different flight and wouldn't be coming for several hours, although they were told that it would be there within the day.

So Laura got food. She slept. She spoke with other frustrated passengers. She waited.

It was 7 hours later when it was finally announced that the bags coming up next would be the bags from her flight. Laura let out a squeal of excitement and raced to the conveyer-belt, completely forgetting about the Wendy's she had just been eating for dinner.

She practically cries in relief when she sees the familiar navy blue suitcase rolling its way towards her.

As soon as she can get her hands on the handle, she hauls it off the rotating machine and rolls it behind her rapidly moving feet, quickly finding the nearest seat she can find to make sure the bag didn't lose anything on the way over.

She noticed that the bag didn't have the name tag she usually has on hers, but brushes it off as something that might have fallen off the bag during the flight mix up. She settles the suitcase flat on the floor and searches for her locks on the zips, but soon finds that they aren't there either. This situation, unlike the name tag, is more concerning. Laura begins thinking that there is a big possibility that someone could have cut the locks on her bag and stolen something. Her eyes widen as her mind enters panic mode, and in her frenzied state, she practically rips the zips open to being searching for any missing items....

But finds that absolutely nothing in this bag is hers. And she knows that for a fact, because she would never have any of this stuff in her possession in her life.

While there was normal things like clothes and toiletries, there was also some....questionable items in there. Like rope, long pieces of silk and felt that looked like blindfolds, collars, long leather leashes, handcuffs [A/N: Sidenote, handcuffs are actually not allowed onto planes but I just couldn't not put handcuffs in the bag], a weird bar looking thing [A/N: Spreader bars would most likely also not be allowed on airplanes XD] and last but not least, at least 3 dildos.

Laura gasped as she observed the items in the suitcase, whoever this belonged to obviously had some very unusual interests.

She frantically scanned the area for anyone who could've seen what was in the bag and, to her relief, found that no one was paying attention to her and were focusing on getting out of the stupid airport.

Laura zipped up the bag as quickly as she could and basically sprinted to the closest customer service desk. Only to find that someone was already there.....

With her bag.

"Look, I don't care if you need to shut down the entire fucking airport, I need my bag!" Came the growl of the annoyed traveller in front of Laura.

A growl of which sent jolts all throughout Laura's body and gay soul.

The blonde shook her thoughts of the seductive predatory growl that came from the raven haired woman's lips not 2 minutes ago and cleared her throat, catching the attention of the woman in front of her.

The raven haired woman turned around and pierced Laura's eyes with an icy glare from inviting brown eyes. Laura's heart skipped a beat, then two, then stopped completely in succession. This woman may have been around the same height as her, but boy was she intimidating. All dressed up in an alluring grey pant suit that hugged the woman's body with a black undershirt and black dress shoes. She dark locks were wavy and fell effortlessly to her shoulders to frame her face, that was admittedly pale to the point that it could be borderline concerning but it just made the red lipstick that painted her lips all the more noticeable and enticing. She was oozing confidence, power and assertiveness.

Laura was so drawn by the woman that she didn't realise she was talking. "Hey blondie!" As the loud call shocked Laura out of her non-straight, non PG-13 thoughts and brought her back to reality, she yelped and chuckled nervously. "Uh, hi? Yeah, I...I, uh...I think we may have, you know, accidentally s-swapped bags?" Laura stuttered as she felt even smaller than usual under the raven haired beauty's now softening gaze. Though the gaze went from rage to a sort of relived confusion in terms of the softening. "Ahhh, so you must be the Laura Hollis that this bag belongs to, yes?" The woman asked, her voice laced with curiosity and amusement. "Yep! That's me! Laura Eileen Hollis, as it says on my bag tag." Laura tried to sound calm and collected, but of course it came out all nervous and awkward. The raven haired woman laughed, and stepped forward to both give Laura her bag and receive her own. "Well, Laura Hollis. Do you mind giving Carmilla Karnstein her bag back?" She asked, a smirk curled on her lips as she saw the blonde blush. "No, not at all. Thanks for not going crazy and stuff with my bag." Laura made the swap, and her breath hitched when her hand brushed Carmilla's.

"It was no problem, not exactly anything I can do with those locks on your suitcase. You a raging paranoid or something?" Carmilla chuckled, and smiled when she prompted a laugh out of Laura. "Nope, that would be my dad. In college I didn't even have an iPhone because he thought I would send high resolution selfies to potential stalkers." Laura shrugged as she chuckled at the antics of her over protective father, the man who she flew back home to Canada to see.

Carmilla chuckled at the anecdote and gave Laura a small nod. "Well, I best be off now. Thanks for my bag, cutie. I hope to see you soon." Carmilla bit the corner of her lip as she bid the blonde farewell. She winked as a final goodbye and then sauntered off into the distance.

Laura was too curious (and also really gay and crushing for Carmilla ) to let her slip through her hands that easily. She thanked the woman at the service desk for her service and sprinted in Carmilla's direction.

"Carm!" She shouted as she came close to her, and smiled as Carmilla immediately turned to face her instead of ignoring her. She slowed her pace to a walk, and smiled sheepishly as she came within three steps distance. "Uh, I just wanted to tell you...that...well I did think your bag was mine so it really isn't all that bad but...I uh...might've gone through your bag.." Laura lowered her gaze in guilt and waited for what she was sure was an impending verbal attack.

But it never came, instead what came was footsteps, then fingers gently lifting her chin, and then her gaze meeting the brown orbs she already finds herself lost in, but also finding that the look Carmilla was giving her was making her weak in the knees.

"Well cupcake, we're in an airport. I can't show you anything here. But...." Carmilla's voice trailed off as she leaned into Laura's ear and whispered as seductively as she could. "If you meet me at my office later, I can take you to places you could never even dream of, creampuff." She husked into the shorter girl's ear while slipping a piece of paper with her office building address on it into Laura's jeans pocket.

With that Carmilla pulled away, once again winked as a final goodbye and sauntered off with her suitcase filled to the brim with toys and the works.

She sauntered off with a case full of things that Laura had never before in her life even thought about, but suddenly found herself craving to know what wonders Carmilla could introduce into her life.

She found herself craving Carmilla.

And it was Carmilla she would get,